The Big Dance | Sexton Love - Homecoming RP#2
Nov 25, 2021 12:07:40 GMT -5
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Post by Sexton Love on Nov 25, 2021 12:07:40 GMT -5
This time, we open on a close-up shot of Eli Dresden, blood pouring down her face. Beneath the crimson mask, her instantly recognizable smirk has been replaced with a look of exhaustion and exasperation.
The camera pulls back, revealing a set of wrestling tights and the muscular lower body of the man sporting them. The image of the bloodied, yet beautiful, former champion has been AIRBRUSHED ONTO THE FRONT. Slowly, the spandex adorned pelvis begins to gyrate. Pulling back still, we see the chiseled abdomen and ample pectoral muscles of a recently waxed torso.
“Babbeh... you ain’t ever looked so good.”
Sexton Love stands in all his glory, wearing nothing but his newly completed ring attire and an unrepentant shit-eating grin.
“I told ya I’ve been watchin’, toots... and I was sure as hell watchin’ at End of Days, when you barely survived that ladder match.”
He shakes his head.
“You could’ve been my number one side piece, babbeh... my RINGSIDE piece. You could’ve been in my corner, FULL TIME. No more bumpin’, no more bleedin’. All you’d have to do is wear a tight little dress... hold open the ropes... and stash some brass knucks in your TA-TAS in case I ever needed ‘em.
...But you just couldn’t accept my generous offer.
You couldn’t do things the EASY WAY... so now we’ve got to do things the HARD WAY. Now we’ve got an EXTRA SPECIAL DATE for Homecoming, darlin’. Ohhh yeah. It’s the Homecoming Queen versus the Homecoming King... and as you can see, I’m ready for the BIG DANCE.”
Clasping his hands together, the Lovely One flexes his midsection.
“I’m waxed and vaxed...
Oiled and coiled...
Rubbed... rested... and FULLY RECOVERED, babbeh!”
He strikes a double bicep pose.
“I’m READY for Homecoming on November 27th... and I ain’t the only one...”
Somewhere off-screen, we hear the faintest sound of a jazzy tune. Big Daddy Love starts to grind his hips again, perfectly in sync with the music. The melody grows louder, slowly but steadily, as do the groans of wrestling fans around the world. At long last, the source of the song emerges, sitting in a wheelchair pushed into frame by an especially buxom blonde. Despite sporting an oversized neck brace, the man in the chair plays a brand new, shimmering gold saxophone through gritted teeth. Two simple words are written across his electrifying t-shirt:
SAX SELLS.
“I know you’re gonna have that puckered anus Eddie Walker in your corner, babbeh... so I figured I’d have someone in MINE. Someone who’s lookin’ for payback after what you did to him a couple weeks ago. My personal musician...
SAXton Love.”
*Horn blow*
You of ALL people should appreciate the Sax Man, babbeh... because you’re an instrumentalist in your own right. Ohhh yeah. You’ve been playin’ the SKIN FLUTE for years now you funkeh bitch!”
*EMPHATIC horn blow*
“The truth is, when it comes to talkin’ on the microphone... when it comes to talkin’ trash about Sexton Love... you’re a bit one note, darlin’. It’s the same pathetic tune, over and over again. You can call me a dummeh all ya want, toots... but it takes a special kind of idiot to do what you did... to choose a shrivelled lil’ pecker like Eddie Walker over a real man like Sexton Love.
But it’s like that old expression goes:
You’ve made your BED... and now you have to LIE in it.”
Sexton points to the image of Eli’s face, emblazoned across his pelvic region.
“I want you to take a good, LOOOOONG look, babbeh... and understand that the beating you took at End of Days will be NOTHING compared to what happens to you at Homecoming. No steel ladders, no steel chairs... just a solid steel man.
...THE MAN.
The man that you made the mistake of disrespecting, and the man that’s gonna BUST YOU UP, babbeh. At Homecoming, you’re gonna walk in lookin’ like a sweet, sweet missy... and get carried out lookin’ like a HEINOUS BROAD. After this Saturday night... your pretty little face won’t be on a poster, billboard, or magazine cover EVER again!”
The veins in Sexton’s neck (and elsewhere) bulge with intensity as the promo reaches its crescendo.
“It ain’t toxic masculinity... it’s harsh reality. It’s THE LAWS OF NATURE, toots.
In the Ultimate Battle of the Sexes... live on pay-per-view... two things will be absolutely clear...
An alpha male DOMINATES an alpha female...
...And SEX...
...SELLS!”
The camera pulls back, revealing a set of wrestling tights and the muscular lower body of the man sporting them. The image of the bloodied, yet beautiful, former champion has been AIRBRUSHED ONTO THE FRONT. Slowly, the spandex adorned pelvis begins to gyrate. Pulling back still, we see the chiseled abdomen and ample pectoral muscles of a recently waxed torso.
“Babbeh... you ain’t ever looked so good.”
Sexton Love stands in all his glory, wearing nothing but his newly completed ring attire and an unrepentant shit-eating grin.
“I told ya I’ve been watchin’, toots... and I was sure as hell watchin’ at End of Days, when you barely survived that ladder match.”
He shakes his head.
“You could’ve been my number one side piece, babbeh... my RINGSIDE piece. You could’ve been in my corner, FULL TIME. No more bumpin’, no more bleedin’. All you’d have to do is wear a tight little dress... hold open the ropes... and stash some brass knucks in your TA-TAS in case I ever needed ‘em.
...But you just couldn’t accept my generous offer.
You couldn’t do things the EASY WAY... so now we’ve got to do things the HARD WAY. Now we’ve got an EXTRA SPECIAL DATE for Homecoming, darlin’. Ohhh yeah. It’s the Homecoming Queen versus the Homecoming King... and as you can see, I’m ready for the BIG DANCE.”
Clasping his hands together, the Lovely One flexes his midsection.
“I’m waxed and vaxed...
Oiled and coiled...
Rubbed... rested... and FULLY RECOVERED, babbeh!”
He strikes a double bicep pose.
“I’m READY for Homecoming on November 27th... and I ain’t the only one...”
Somewhere off-screen, we hear the faintest sound of a jazzy tune. Big Daddy Love starts to grind his hips again, perfectly in sync with the music. The melody grows louder, slowly but steadily, as do the groans of wrestling fans around the world. At long last, the source of the song emerges, sitting in a wheelchair pushed into frame by an especially buxom blonde. Despite sporting an oversized neck brace, the man in the chair plays a brand new, shimmering gold saxophone through gritted teeth. Two simple words are written across his electrifying t-shirt:
SAX SELLS.
“I know you’re gonna have that puckered anus Eddie Walker in your corner, babbeh... so I figured I’d have someone in MINE. Someone who’s lookin’ for payback after what you did to him a couple weeks ago. My personal musician...
SAXton Love.”
*Horn blow*
You of ALL people should appreciate the Sax Man, babbeh... because you’re an instrumentalist in your own right. Ohhh yeah. You’ve been playin’ the SKIN FLUTE for years now you funkeh bitch!”
*EMPHATIC horn blow*
“The truth is, when it comes to talkin’ on the microphone... when it comes to talkin’ trash about Sexton Love... you’re a bit one note, darlin’. It’s the same pathetic tune, over and over again. You can call me a dummeh all ya want, toots... but it takes a special kind of idiot to do what you did... to choose a shrivelled lil’ pecker like Eddie Walker over a real man like Sexton Love.
But it’s like that old expression goes:
You’ve made your BED... and now you have to LIE in it.”
Sexton points to the image of Eli’s face, emblazoned across his pelvic region.
“I want you to take a good, LOOOOONG look, babbeh... and understand that the beating you took at End of Days will be NOTHING compared to what happens to you at Homecoming. No steel ladders, no steel chairs... just a solid steel man.
...THE MAN.
The man that you made the mistake of disrespecting, and the man that’s gonna BUST YOU UP, babbeh. At Homecoming, you’re gonna walk in lookin’ like a sweet, sweet missy... and get carried out lookin’ like a HEINOUS BROAD. After this Saturday night... your pretty little face won’t be on a poster, billboard, or magazine cover EVER again!”
The veins in Sexton’s neck (and elsewhere) bulge with intensity as the promo reaches its crescendo.
“It ain’t toxic masculinity... it’s harsh reality. It’s THE LAWS OF NATURE, toots.
In the Ultimate Battle of the Sexes... live on pay-per-view... two things will be absolutely clear...
An alpha male DOMINATES an alpha female...
...And SEX...
...SELLS!”
